“I’ll leave you two alone,” Scott says. “Trina, just text me when you’re ready to work on the storage room.”

“Okay.” He leaves and I shut the door.

“He’sreallyhot,” Sara says. “If I was living next to that, I’d have sex with him too.”

“Yeah, we don’t get a lot of work done in the storage room.” I smile and sit down on the floor cushion.

“The way he kissed you at the door, I would’ve thought you were his girlfriend. He doesn’t treat you like some girl he’s just hooking up with.”

“Because I’m not just that. Scott and I are friends.”

“So what happens when he decides to end this and hook up with someone else?”

“I don’t know,” I say, because I really don’t. Scott and I haven’t talked about it and I’m choosing not to think about it. I want to believe it won’t happen, but I know eventually this will end. If it didn’t, it would turn into a relationship. Scott won’t let that happen. He’s determined to stay single. So what am I doing? How long am I going to continue this, knowing the longer it goes on, the more painful it’ll be when it ends?

“What happened with that other guy?” she asks.

“What other guy?”

“You texted me a few weeks ago saying you had a date.”

“Oh, that was Kurt. We never went out. He used to be friends with Asher so I thought it’d be weird to go out with him.”

Actually, I turned him down because of Scott. By the time Kurt texted me about our date, I was sleeping with Scott and had no desire to go out with someone else.

“Have you heard anything from Asher?” Sara asks.

“No, nothing. I thought he might try to talk to me after I broke up with him, like try to get me back, but he didn’t. I guess he really didn’t want to be with me.”

“I think he just wasn’t ready to get married. A lot of guys his age aren’t.”

“Yeah, but we were living together, acting like we were already married, so why couldn’t he just make it official?” I shrug. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over. I’ll probably never see him again.”

She glances at her watch. “I should go. I have some stuff to do before I go home.”

“It was good seeing you,” I say as I walk her to the door.

“You too.”

She leaves, and I grab my keys and go over to Scott’s place. His door is unlocked so I let myself in. He’s on the couch with his laptop.

“I’m ready,” I say, standing by the couch.

He smiles and sets his laptop aside. “Get over here.”

I go to sit beside him, but he pulls me onto his lap and gives me a kiss. “How was your visit with Sara?”

“Good. She thinks we’re dating.”

“Is that what you told her?”

“No. I just said we’ve been hanging out, but then she saw you kiss me.”

“And that means we’re dating?”

“I guess to her it does. Anyway, are you ready to get to work?”

He kisses me.